Hang it All

Dash it all that little insignificant language mark.
I waste hours and money on the pitiful little language and I find no enjoyment in it.

Let me dash all hopes of becoming a English-French bilingual. Right now, the outrageous government just wants all of us citizens under their education scheme to learn our mother tongue regardless of the nowhere it's going to lead most of us. We'll bloomingly forget the lump of stuff we learn other than basic conversational Chinese.

Really. Other than the ability of speaking to 1.3 billion people in China and smatterings of other non-China people who know the language that's about it. You can't use it as a Morse code in Singapore. Even in France you can't use it as a Morse code because of all the other CHINESE people KNOW THE LANGUAGE.

While we're at that we can wilt away the time we could have otherwise spent on the things we treasure in the wide spectrum of academics.

I'm not against Chinese or anything but this sort of force-feeding has got to stop. The culture and heritage I hold in great esteem but it's the same as race isn't it? It holds you down when you want to delve into other areas and spaces.

It is important but to each his own. What is food to one is lethal poison to the other. My English grade has worsened (though perhaps not Chinese's fault) and that haranguing red mark from my Chinese makes me feel so insignificant I feel like chucking away my writing dreams and becoming the little toddler in the system. Toddling from high school to varsity. That's all they want from us. Just that. No high expectations. Nope.

HOW UNCONVINCING IS THAT?

Some people are forced into some types of work and there are hundreds and thousands out there striving for a living and daily bread and gruel. So why am I complaining?

Just say that I am a stubborn, ill-contented, selfish, self-absorbed, wishful thinking, spoiled, indecent brat of a teenager.